I scan the club, finding Lily almost immediately. Encircled by men and women, and damn, the girl stands out. She’s stunning, and I’m jealous of those fuckers getting that smile. Her laughter carries through the music, hitting me square in the chest as I stalk her. Jealously tangles with rationality, “You can’t kill them for making her laugh, Zane.” I tell myself. That woman is under my skin, drawing me closer. Her resilience and fire can bring any man to his knees, and if she asked me to, I’d drop to mine in an instant. Side-sweeping a barmaid, I get closer to Lily, ready to whisk her away back to our table. I want her to myself.
“Hey, gorgeous. You all alone?” a blonde asks, her tits on display. “I do private dances.” She licks her lips, groping her own tits. I’m six feet from Lily. I don’t want to let her out of my sight, but we’re here to do a job.
“Where?” I ask, and she smiles, holding out her hand. “I’ll show you.” This may be a way into the club below. Taking her hand, I let her guide me through the club to a doorway near the stairs where we came in. Lily’s eyes track my departure, and I offer a subtle nod.
“This way,” the blonde purrs, sashaying her ass as she leads me down a hall of numbered doors, taking me inside room five. Heat smacks me in the face as we enter. Sweat clings to the air, sticking to my skin. If you can call it a room. More like a closet. A black box with a pole running from the center to the ceiling.
Pushing me into the purple half-moon bench on the back wall, she points to a camera. “It’s for my protection. They watch but don’t listen. If you want me to talk dirty, I can.”
If someone’s going to be watching, what does it matter if they listen? “You can touch my tits—not my pussy. I can give you a hand job, but no blow jobs.”
Fuck, how many cocks have cum on this seat? That’s probably what I’m inhaling.
“I heard I can get the full experience.” I slump back and grab my junk to show interest.
Wagging her finger, she steps up to the pole and spins around it. “Not in this club. You mean Bare Flesh. It’s members only. You shouldn’t even know about it.” She curls her leg around the pole and slides all the way down, spreading her legs once hitting the black box.
“Well, when the pussy is good, men like to talk about it.” I wink.
“It’s a kink club. What’s your flavor?” Her tits bounce with her movements as she gets into a kneeling position.
“Do you ever work down there?” I flick my tongue out to wet my lips, and her eyes follow the action.
Tutting, she steps down, spreads my thighs wider apart, and shimmies up my body. “The girls who work that club are trained in their field.”
“Fucking?” I ask. Agitation ignites in her eyes.
“It’s a kink club, each worker is a professional and trained.” Her tone has lost the sultry purr. “Do you want a hand job or what?”
“Listen,” I lean into her ear and stuff a couple hundreds into her G-string, “I usually come here to see a particular girl, Kelly, but she hasn’t been in and someone mentioned her moving to the club downstairs.”
Turning her head, her lips almost brush mine. I’m thankful she doesn’t suck dick in here. “Kelly hasn’t shown up for work. We’ve been trying to reach her.” A line slashes across her forehead.
“Maybe she’s been moved to the other club?” I pry.
“No.” She stands and crosses her arms, her tits resting on them. “Kelly’s a pole girl. She doesn’t even do private dances.”
A knock comes at the door, and a deep voice calls out, “You good in there, Goldie?”
“Yeah, fine. I think this guy prefers brunettes.” Turning on her heel, she opens the door. “We’re done here,” she announces, gesturing with her hand for me to leave.
“Thanks for the dance.” I ignore the bouncer glaring at me as I pass through the hallway back to the main bar just in time to see Lily being led up the stairs to Ronaldo’s office by two men.
Fuck.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Lily.
"Who does your nails? Mine are horrendous." I hold back my gag as I ask the question to the bartender bringing over an order of drinks. I've never painted my nails in my life, but I've heard club sluts talking at the clubhouse.
"Diamond Jewels on Harrison Road. Whitney—she's the best." Handing me a beer bottle, her gaze travels my body. "I love your dress. You could kill it here in tips if you ever need a job." She winks.
"Actually, my friend works here. I was hoping to see her." I keep my tone casual, shifting my gaze around the room.
"Oh really?" She hands out some more of the drinks, but her attention is set on me.
"Yeah, her name’s Kelly." She almost drops the glass she's holding.